The telling of dreams
Dream teller
Nightscapes and scenes
Dream teller

A picture painted
Dream teller
Images form in sleep
They form in sleep, they form in sleep

Dream teller weaving manipulation
Mind waves transmission failing
Seeking safe havens but fading
The only phases born from creating
Inward looking, but outwardly facing
Meant to be a different situation
Strange times, space blinds
Forever the world is changing
Whatever was could vanish
Into thin air, banished
The fatal blows from a savage
Spray dream ink on this canvas
It all unfolds through the night
Messages and signals seen bright
Dream teller, a nightscape novella
Eyes open to futures we fight

The telling of dreams
Nightscapes and scenes
A picture pained
Images form in sleep

Dream writer in the lost pages
Handed down and treated so sacred
Trying to find answers from the rubble
Digging through all this hatred
Plagued by visions and faces
Admissions of guilty chambers
The struggle to find voices for nothing
Time draws out and feels wasted
In my own way, I know nothing
In others, a little of something
Goes such a long way towards desire
Burn in the fire, form and function
This is everything and it can't exist
Moments of pain glimmers of bliss
Dream teller a nightscape novella
Eyes open to futures we miss

The telling of dreams
Nightscapes and scenes
A picture pained
Images form in sleep

Dream weaver with endless tales
Spaces to become so frail
Highlighting the senseless loss
Of failings we all try to curtail
A symbolic form can be transmitted
Into our minds without a limit
Boldly going where no one went before
Tried once but I never finished
Lasts a lifetime in reality a minute
The open acres and oceans I visit
I long for time in my mind
Without it I'd feel lost innit
More complex and diverse
I yearn to search and learn,
Dream teller a nightscape novella
Eyes open to futures we burnt

The telling of dreams
Nightscapes and scenes
A picture pained
Images form in sleep